The Walk Home

The wind dances past me, sending chills through my body; the sun not yet up long enough to warm the Earth. The concrete sidewalk pounds at my feet. The street is dead; the houses seem still enough to be vacant and no cars pass by. I feel unwelcome, alienated from reality. a I dig my hands into my pockets and pull my arms closer in, not from the weather, but more so because my body now feels strange.

Shit. I think to myself. What the hell did I just do?

My heart beat speeds up while my head begins to spin. Images of the night’s events flash through my mind. Her lips, her hands, her hips…her.

I no longer know myself. Everything I previously thought has changed. The words are already playing in my brain. Lesbian.Dyke.

I can’t manage to think about what’s going to happen next, my mind’s not stable enough for that. All I can focus on is fear.

I don’t know what scares me more: that I was with a girl for the first time last night, or that I liked it.

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